It took me a bit longer than expected, but I had to cut this next chapter into two parts to fit. So I’ll be posting part 6 in just a few minutes after this. I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to let me know what you think in the comments below.
Remembering Hannah (Continued)
Lacey led me into the first bedroom down the hall where they’d dominated me together last time.
Lacey was dressed in thigh high leather boots that laced all the way up the front, a tight black leather mini skirt and matching corset. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a way that said she was all business tonight.
I was wearing nothing but a steel chastity device locked around my aching cock.
As we stepped in, my eyes fell on Hannah standing with her hands on her hips. She had on black lipstick, something I’d never seen on her before. Her dark hair was pulled back neatly in a sleek ponytail . She was dressed much like Lacey, except instead of a leather mini skirt, she was wearing shiny skin tight black leggings that tucked into knee high leather boots with studs near the toes. And her eyes told me she was ready to start my punishments.
I had lost the challenge. For a week they both texted me under the same name and I had to be able to correctly tell which one I was talking to at the end of each conversation. The point was that I would learn more about them and their individual personality traits. It worked. I learned a great deal about each of them but the learning curve was steep. For each point they got, I earned a punishment. And for each point I earned, I would receive a reward. The score was five to eleven by my count.
I took in the room as it had changed some since the week before. The bed was gone. In its place was what looked like a padded sawing horse and a long padded bench. The windows had thick curtains covering them up so there would be no witnesses tonight.
“Good evening, H..Mistress Hannah.” I wanted to talk to her and apologize. I wanted to take the hurt from her eyes, but she wasn’t in the mood for listening. She was in the mood to dominate.
She nodded to Lacey and a moment later I felt another crack against my ass.
Lacey grabbed me by the scruff of my hair. “You stumbled, slave. You remember her name next time.”
I nodded and met her eyes again. I noticed she didn’t meet mine back. Instead she was looking down at my cock in a cage to which she alone had the key. Holy crap, she was the only one with the key…
“You knew the risks of accepting our little challenge, slave.” Hannah hisses in an accusatory tone. “You simply couldn’t tell us apart… sad. For that you will be punished.”
Lacey stalked around Hannah to stand next to a large covered object.. She pulled off the sheet to unveil a large colorful wheel.
It looked like something off of ‘Wheel of Fortune’, but I didn’t think I was going to be walking out of here any richer. On each slice of the wheel was a punishment. I read a few quickly and recognized some. I saw words like “oral”, “whip”, and “spank”. There were a few I didn’t understand but I figured I would very soon.
“First things first.” Hannah pulled on a necklace that was tucked into her cleavage. On the end was a little key. “We can’t have any fun with that thing on you.” She stepped forward and took my package in hand. With a little twist the ring around my balls popped open and she pulled the cage away, releasing my already swelling member. “If you only knew what we plan to do to you, that cock of yours would shrivel up and hide right now.”
I clenched a little and she crooked a smile, and in a flash she smacked my balls, sending me to the floor choking. I sucked air for a minute unprepared for the blow to my already swollen balls.
“Get up,” Hannah commanded. “We can’t start with you on all fours… or maybe we can. We’ll let the wheel decide your fate.”
I fought to find my footing as I slowly got up. I looked at the wheel again and spotted a few more words like “stretch”, “press”, and “deny”. Through the fog of pain little of it connected.
Hannah pointed to the floor with her crop whip. “Stand here, slave.”
As I stepped forward she ordered me to move faster. I stood where she’d pointed and looked up to see a long strap dangle from a ring connected to the ceiling. So that’s how they suspended me last time.
“Stand still,” Hannah ordered with a crack of her whip on her palm.
Lacey came around and started looping the strap around me. It wasn’t like last time. This one just went around under my arms. Once secure, Lacey moved behind me to flip a switch. I heard a click, and next the strap started moving up until it was taunt, my feet still level with the ground.
Just then, I felt velcro straps surround my ankles with a single bar in between. My legs were now forced apart.
“What’s this?” I thought out loud.
Hannah got right in my face, and with anger in her eyes she said, “to keep you on your feet.” Her words were sharp as she glared at me. “We can’t have you falling to your knees every time you feel a little pain. You don’t get to take breaks whenever you want. You’re on my time. Mine and hers,” she motioned to Lacey. “Understand?”
I swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Mistress Hannah.”
“Good…”
Lacey joined Hannah in front of me and stood next to the wheel. “Welcome to your punishments. After thinking all week of what to do to you we came up with so many ideas, we simply couldn’t decide.” Lacey stopped to pose like Vanna White with her arms up and hands open. “This is your wheel of torment.” Her smile widened as she admired their work. “We’ll take turns spinning.”
Hannah grinned as she also admired their project. “Either way, you’ll be hurting tonight… and probably all next week.” With that they both laughed. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
Without delay she spun the wheel hard and I watched as it spun, a little pointer at the top flicked across a nail at the top of each label. And after a few seconds, the wheel stopped with the pointer on a blue slice labeled “Humble”.
I had no idea what it meant, but both girls cackled with delight.
Lacey strutted around me in her thigh high leather boots and opened a trunk that sat conveniently in the corner. What she pulled out looked like a really thick wooden clothes hanger. She chuckled as she approached me and pried the thing in half. I could see the center of the board had a shallow concave section.
“Hummmble,” she purred in my ear causing tingles. She moved to stand directly behind me and brought one half of the wood section up and under my balls while bringing the first piece down to meet it. She placed a bolt through each end of the wood and secured it with a wing nut. I realized it was like being put in an old fashioned stockade, but instead of my head, my balls were locked in place behind my thighs. “Give me your hands,” Lacey commanded.
Before I knew what was happening, both of my hands were secured together behind my back. I was helpless.
Hannah’s heels echoed off the floor as she stepped around to inspect Lacey’s work. “Ohh… I think I like you like that.” I could hear her smiling as she took me in. She rested the tip of her crop whip on my stretched out balls and gave them a little repetitive light tapping.
I let out a grunt as they were still sore and she giggled. I felt her crop whip pull up and I flinched, trying to pull away but I couldn’t.
“Ooohhh… I definitely like this,” she cried.
Lacey giggled. “It’s just so humbling to be at our mercy.”
Hannah laughed. “What mercy?” And with that she tapped my balls with her whip.
It felt like someone was squeezing my insides as my legs collapsed but the strap around me kept me from falling.
“I could do this all night,” Hannah cheered.
Lacey put on a sexy pout. “But I want to see what’s next.”
“One more?” Hannah asked, but before receiving an answer she cracked my balls again.
I sucked air and fought to breath, but as I looked down I couldn’t help but notice my cock was getting hard. Part of this was exciting me no matter how much it hurt.
Lacey happily spun the wheel again hard. The pointer clicked with each passing until it settled on “spank”.
Hannah strutted up to me with a sly grin. “What sort of punishment would it be without a good… old.. spanking?” Her hand slapped my left cheek hard and I winced. “Look forward,” she demanded. “You don’t get to look at me now.”
I felt her hand strike me several times over the next few minutes. Each strike stung worse than the last, and with the force of each jarring impact my body would rock forward pulling on my balls. Eventually, she tagged Lacey in.
When she came around and saw me from behind she paused. “Oh, poor baby…” Lacey cupped and rubbed my burning cheeks. I could feel heat radiating off of them as she gave one cheek a sweet little kiss. And then, she smacked me just as hard as Hannah had. After another minute of hard slapping, they both spun the wheel together.
“One. Two. Three.”
With a combined effort my two captors rotated the wheel and my eyes concentrated on the top pointer. The clicking of each passing made my heart beat faster as I held my breath in wait. Once it slowed I began reading the small words as they went by. “Sound. Oral. Edge. Peg. Tease.” After a nerve wracking few seconds the wheel settled and the pointer teetered between two pins with the word “oral” underneath it.
That didn’t sound so bad. I could lick Hannah’s pussy for hours if she wanted. I realized then that she never really let me near her like that. Through everything we had been through together I had never been inside her before.
Hannah grinned and Lacey gave out a, “mmmm,” in excitement. They flanked me on either side, used a remote to lower the strap that was holding me up, and forced me to my knees.
I instinctively wanted to put my hands out but couldn’t. Getting into position was difficult between the humbler and the bar strapped between my ankles, but with the girls “help” I managed.
“You seem eager, slave.” Hannah accused. “Are you excited to service us?”
I nodded perhaps a bit too quickly. “Yes, Mistress Hannah.”
Hannah stepped closer, looking down at me, her crotch inches from my face. “Stick out your tongue.”
I did as commanded and as the tip came nearly an inch from her she stepped back. “No. You don’t get the honor of licking me slave. You have to earn that privilege.”
Lacey came forward with a devilish grin and I could just make out a small bulge under her skirt.
“You’re going to service Ms. Lacey tonight.” Hannah stepped around to stood behind Lacey placing her hands on each arm. “We’ve already seen how much you enjoyed sucking her cock. Tonight you’re going to prove yourself to her.”
My tongue grew dry in the air and I pulled it back into my mouth to wet it.
Lacey lifted her leather skirt to reveal her five inch dick glistening with precum. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” she huffed as her eyes fluttered.
A cackle of laughter escaped Hannah’s mouth as she uttered, “I bet you have, slut.”
“That’s Ms. Slut, tonight, Mistress Hannah,” Lacey chided.
With a grin and a nod, Hannah silently agreed and her heels clicked as she moved again to stand behind me. “You’re going to lick every last inch of her, understood?”
My cock was throbbing with excitement as my balls, full of cum, ached desperately for release. I was so horny I would do anything for these women, just to explode inside one of them.
“Yes, Mistress Hannah.”
She placed her lips close to my ear and whispered, “Good boy. Now present your tongue to Ms. Lacey.”
As my tongue parted my lips, Lacey turned around, and Hannah forced my face between Lacey’s two white cheeks. My tongue hit a bullseye right on her hole. I was shocked by the sudden change but Hannah forced my head into place.
“Lick her, Slave. Every inch.”
I began flicking my tongue, at first scared and a little grossed out, but then I realized that it didn’t taste like I’d expected. Her skin was clean and smelled of soap.
I began licking gently and heard Lacey let out a heavy sigh followed by a moan. I was turned on by her reaction and doubled my efforts licking in longer harder strides. She moaned again, deeper this time.
With each noise she made I found myself wanting to hear more. I wiggled my tongue around and around and up and down. I varied my pace. The whole time Hannah had a hand through my hair pushing me into her playmate. At one point, I wet my tongue and just as I stuck it back out to lick again my face was pressed forward and my tongue dove into Lacey’s hole causing her to squeal in delight.
After another minute or two my head was pulled back and I began sucking air to catch my breath.
“What do you say, Lace? How did he do?”
Lacey’s legs trembled when she stood up to full height and turned around. Her face wore a few shades of red matching her lipstick as she grinned. “He did… impressively well for his first time. We have ourselves a quick study.” She bent over and kissed me, probing her tongue into mine. My cock pointed straight up toward her begging for attention.
She ended the kiss and patted the head of my cock. “Down boy,” she mused.
Hannah clicked her heels as she strode back to the wheel.
Lacey stumbled as she moved. Her legs were still shaking.
With one hard tug of the wheel we had ended one punishment and started anew.
It landed on “Paddle”.
Hannah moved in front of me, and in her hands was a black paddle. “You’ve been a naughty boy. You know exactly what you did wrong, don’t you?”
I nodded. I’d forgotten her. And even through all that anger I could see the hurt. She was taking it all and giving it back three fold.
“I said, ‘don’t you?!'”
“Yes, Mistress Hannah.”
She walked around me again. “How many strikes do you think you deserve?”
I couldn’t begin to answer and said the first number that popped into my head. “Three, Mistress Hannah.”
“Hmmm… I think we’ll take this one swing at a time.” And with that she slung the paddle hard into my still pink flesh.
I gritted my teeth and fell forward. With my arms still strapped behind me, the side of my face connected with the floor. I was lucky I didn’t land hard. Or maybe I was just distracted. Another crack sent burning pain searing through my backside.
“You can take one more,” she teased.
I cried out a little as the last strike stung, but at least the punishment was over.
Hannah tossed the paddle down in front of me. “I’m having fun. Are you having fun yet, slave?”
I couldn’t stop focusing on the heat coming from my ass cheeks. I could imagine them a bright rosey red. I felt myself pulled back up to my knees.
“I asked you a question. Are you having a good time?”
I shook my head trying to reorient myself. “I… I am, Mistress Hannah.”
Hannah’s glare shifted into a wicked smile. “Good… then I think you won’t mind if we take another spin.” She sauntered over to the wheel and with a nod, Lacey spun again.
The wheel turned around and around until it slowly came to a halt at “Tickle.”
Lacey tittered and brought her hand up to her mouth. She was having too much fun to maintain the intimidating stare that Hannah could so expertly pull off. But even Hannah was now wearing a sly grin.
With another tap of the remote, I began to rise again. The strap around me grew taunt and I was lifted back up to my feet. They both surrounded me, and I closed my eyes. I could feel their breath on my skin as they inspected my helpless body. The breathing sent shivers up my spine and more giggles filled the air. I felt a long warm exhale hit my cock and it twitched as if the breath was giving it life.
Nails scratched down my side slowly as they dragged and I felt a spasm. The nails slid down tracing the path again and the spasm returned.
“Ohh… I found a nerve,” Lacey whispered.
Then I felt nails trailing up my inner thighs. They pressed harder as they rose and stopped just at the bottom of the humbler.
I could hear the clomping of their boots as they circled me like hunters to prey. One hand scratched across my back hard enough to leave marks. I felt another set drag their path down my chest only to stop and swirl around my nipples.
Each scratch tickled slightly and made me twitch. I concentrated on locking my legs so as not to pull on the humbler. I clenched my jaw to keep myself together.
And then a warm breath tickled my ear. “You know, you love this.” Lacey’s seductive voice made the hairs on my neck stand up as I felt her breath and heard the wetness of her lips.
I opened my eyes after a few seconds of silence and the girls had retreated back to the wheel once more. I looked down at my semi erect dick to see it drooling precum. They hadn’t touched him, but he was begging for release.
The sound of clicking filled my ears again, and I closed my eyes still reeling from the overload of sensations.
“You want to touch us. Fill us with your cock…” Hannah let her words linger and my body responded to her reflexively. Nails tickled my balls gently. “You want… to fuck us. Cum deep inside… wet… and content.”
“You want to kiss us. Taste our lips and feel our skin.” Lacey whispered in my other ear as her hand trailed down my back, gliding to gently cup and rub my ass.
I opened my eyes to see them standing on each side of me, touching my chest, playing with my nipples. As their hands wandered lower I felt myself grow and expand to full length.
Hannah moved around me and pressed her chest to my back. Her hands wrapped around me and wandered playing.
Lacey moved in front and kissed her way down my chest, tracing a trial down to my hips and I stared entranced as her lips inched closer to my raging erection. She flicked her tongue just inches in front of me.
I tried to move closer to her but was held back by Hannah. I whimpered longingly.
Their laughter taunted me and I looked up to see the wheel read, “tease.”
Lacey stood up and backed away as Hannah took her place. Her nails rested on the tip of my penis playfully as she breathed again, “You want to fuck us, but… you don’t fuck us… we fuck you. And you cum… when we tell you to.”
I opened my eyes to meet hers and she met my stare this time. The hurt was still there. Her words were meant to both excite and hurt me back. She was a mix of both aroused and distant. I could see her, and when she realized her words didn’t have their desired effect she turned away.
Lacey had already positioned herself back at the wheel excitedly. And as Hannah walked away, giving me a magnificent view of her voluptuous ass, Lacey spun the wheel.
Around and around it clicked until it started to slow. My eyes tried to make out all the tags as it moved. Some words jumped out at me, making my eyes go wide. I saw “Bust, Press and Clamp.” All sounded painful and I started to worry for my boys. But finally the wheel stopped at “The Machine”.
“Oohhh!” Lacey nearly tripped over her own feet with excitement as she went over toward the trunk. She lifted the lid and began moving things around as Hannah steadily stalked up behind her. When Lacey reached for something I couldn’t see Hannah placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Not that one.”
Lacey reached again, but Hannah tapped her shoulder again and shook her head. Lacey slowly reached over again, stopped and looked up to Hannah who was nodding with approval.
“That will do.” She turned toward me and stared. “It’s time to see what he’s made of. If he can handle us.”
Lacey looked hesitant but silently agreed and began gathering up her items.
I didn’t know where to look. Should I keep my attention on Lacey or lock eyes with Hannah? I wasn’t given a choice.
“Wait.” Hannah called over her shoulder. She then slowly moved her way over to a table where she grabbed the remote and a blindfold. With the press of a button the strap holding me up loosened and Hannah removed it, pulling it up over my head.
I wanted to ask what was going to happen next, but I knew I would have to wait to find out. This was her game and she played by her rules.
Hannah placed the blindfold over my head, leaving me blind. I felt her hands on my shoulders as she guided me forward. “Follow my lead,” she ordered as she slowly turned me around and then pushed me forward.
I fought to remember what was in the corner of the room. The adrenaline in my system made my heart race and my memory blurred. The bed was gone… And just as I bumped into it, I remembered. The padded sawhorse with the dual benches. I heard the ripping of velcro and my arms fell down to my sides with relief, that was until the familiar stinging of pins and needles swept through them. A tugging at my ankles, and a freeing sensation told me the binding keeping them apart was gone. And to my relief, a moment later I felt the humbler was removed as well. I was no longer bound, but naked and blind.
“Climb up,” Hannah commanded sharply.
I felt around with my numbed hands trying to figure out how and then felt the crack of Hannah’s crop whip. “Faster,” is all she said.
Now motivated, I fumbled forward and climbed the sawhorse. My knees fell around to rest on the low padded benches. It felt awkward and a little humiliating, but that was the point right?
“Scoot back,” Hannah directed me by pulling on my semi hard dick. She tugged again and I scooted back to the edge.
I then felt new restraints wrap around my wrists and ankles. I wasn’t thrilled about being restrained again so soon, but I went with it. My heart was racing and I fought to steady my breathing. I heard some rattling and Lacey’s heels as she brought whatever it was she had behind me.
“I think we should let him see,” Lacey suggested. Her tone seemed more excited than concerned.
“Alright,” Hannah agreed. “I think it’ll be more fun that way.”
The blind fold was snatched off of my head and my head whipped back to see Lacey holding a black contraption that looked like a… sewing machine? No, it looked more like a boxy gun. It was then that I felt cold liquid drizzle down between my cheeks. Hannah used her slick gloved hand to rub the lube in and around my exposed hole.
“What is that?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Lacey giggled as she held the device more like a machine gun. “This?” She batted her lashes. “This is pure ecstasy. I wish I’d found it sooner myself.”
I then felt Hannah probe a finger inside me and I instinctively held my breath. After a moment, I released it and felt myself loosen. Then another finger entered and started sliding back and forth inside me. I forgot my question and my eyes closed as I continued to breath through it all.
“He’s about ready, Lace,” Hannah laughed wickedly. “I think it’s time you show him what he’s up against.”
I opened my eyes and felt a third finger enter. My stomach tightened and my breath stopped for a second. I was being slowly stretched out by her delicate hand as she probed further into me. With each pass I felt her graze something that sent a wave of electricity from my core into balls and down along my cock. The fullness receded as I felt myself loosen again, and I refocused my attention on Lacey.
She sheepishly smiled as she explained, “This… it a sex machine.” She triggered something and the machine sprung to life jerking back and forth slowly. “You add your attachment to the end here,” she said indicating the front of the machine, “and you’re ready to play.”
My eyes blinked in confusion as I struggled to keep them open and focused on her. Another finger entered, making four, and my head collapsed. That full feeling took over and I was overwhelmed. I felt more lube being added, and after a minute I was able to open my eyes again.
Lacey held up a tan dildo in front of my face, showing me where it connected to the machine. “And here’s where it connects. Do you have any questions?”
Opened my mouth and she shoved the dildo in between my lips. I mumbled as she pushed the dildo in and she broke into laughter.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get all that.” She began feeding it in and out at the same speed as the machine had gone just a moment earlier – *slow and steady.*
I felt Hannah’s fingers slither out of me and the shock of my hole slowly closing back up. “He’s ready,” Hannah called and she stepped around me to take her place next to Lacey. She grinned admiring Lacey’s work. “If you think that one’s big, you haven’t seen anything yet.” She turned to Lacey. “Did you show him?”
Lacey, never stopping her task, shook her head ‘no.’
Hannah reached back and grabbed for something behind Lacey.
As she spun back around, my eyes turned from the tight black material stretching across her perfect heart shaped ass to the largest black dildo I’ve ever seen. It had to be at least a foot long and easily twice as thick as mine.
Seeing my reaction, Hannah’s grin widened. “Oh, yeah.” She let out a seductive purr. “It’s happening.” Hannah placed the beast right in front of my eyes so I could take in it’s massive size and gulp.
“Don’t worry,” Lacey cooed. “I’ve got you covered.” She pumped several times from a large lube bottle and began stroking the black dildo with both hands. The visual of her thin long fingers wrapped around it only made its size more intimidating.
“Any final words?” Hannah joked.
(Continued in part 6)
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